And sometimes the night looks like morning, while at other times like rain.
This past year wasn’t what I wanted. Though there were exquisite moments, beautiful, troubling and lovely, I’ve been left tired and burned out, worn down to the grain. In spite of obscene amounts of effort to the contrary, I remain plagued by chronic debt, injuries, and unemployment, and the haunting suspicion that no matter how hard I fight against these things, it’s possible that I will never escape.